During my senior year of high school, I met with Ms. Allen, the school's guidance counselor. She asked me if I had any career plans after graduation. I told her that I didn't have anything in mind at the time. She looked over my grades, shook her head, and smiled.
Mrs. Allen was approximately in her forties. Although she dressed conservatively, I'm sure in her younger years, she had many offers for dates or other ideas involving sex. Her looks remained as if she were ten years younger, with shoulder-length, brunette hair, brown eyes behind her glasses, probably thirty-six D breasts, and matching waist size.
I've heard talk from the football players saying she was a MILF.
"Parker, you have decent grades, but if I were to recommend college; you'd probably tell me it would be a waste of your time."
I laughed and said, "Ms. Allen, you're correct. I'd rather go to trade school or something."
Ms. Allen leaned back in her chair and asked me about things I enjoyed. I said my family took vacations every summer to different places. She asked if my family drove or flew to those places. I said we did both.
She thought about my answer for a moment, then told me about a trip she had planned during the summer.
"Parker, I am going to Europe in June. I’m going to Paris for the third time. I've been to many places in my lifetime, and I love to travel. When I was your age, I became a stewardess. I worked for a large airline for a while, to pay for college. Those were some fun times." She sighed slightly, as she reminisced.
She paused to let her words sink in, then continued.
"You have the world in front of you and you should take my advice. You could do good in a career as that. From there, you'll meet many interesting people and go to many more interesting places than you can imagine."
That piqued my interest and Ms. Allen showed me some information regarding many of the regional airlines. She talked about the classes I would attend and read over the courses required. She determined I could handle them with relative ease.
To my surprise, Ms. Allen found some applications online, then assisted me with filling out the applications to four airlines. A few times, she leaned over my shoulder, to point out a reply on my applications. I felt her breasts or her warm breath on my neck.
I was getting aroused.
When we finished, I thanked her and let her know when I received any notices.
A few weeks passed, and I got a favorable letter from a large airline. They requested I attend their next training, which would be starting soon. I told Ms. Allen about it, and she said to wait about a week, to see if any others responded.
She said, "However, this is likely your best offer."
I responded to that airline, and soon my application was accepted. I graduated high school and prepared to leave home for about two months.
After approximately eight weeks of training in another state, I was assigned to stateside flights. The first flights I was assigned to, I had a female mentor named Charlotte. She was about twenty years older, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was nice and liked to have fun with the rest of the crew and the passengers.
I learned a lot from Charlotte and soon, I was reassigned to another flight crew.
We’ve heard stories about sex within the airline industry, but it isn’t all true. The hours are long, and when we check into a hotel somewhere, we’re tired and want to get off our feet. And the days begin early.
However, I have had advances from many women, from stewards, passengers, and pilots.
So, let’s begin.
My first sexual encounter was with a woman named Sandra.
Sandra was about five years older, with shoulder-length blonde hair. She had grey eyes, and small breasts. I found her interesting, because her personality came across as she didn’t like to be messed with. Sometimes she seemed distant, other times funny.
She was on a flight I worked on that flew some small routes, meaning smaller regional airports, interconnecting with each other, then we would fly to one of the larger, international airports.
We had a stopover in a small southern city, the only night stop on this schedule.